The young girl resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she overheard Isabella. Sorting Hat complaint? What was there to complain about? What was done was done. Her father always told her that the Sorting Hat always knew the best house for each student. After all it was a magical, talking hat. They don’t make magic, talking hats that make mistakes.
But Laney wasn’t going to make any friends by passing judgement to soon, so she decided to forget about Isabella’s silly question and plastered a friendly smile on her face in response to them being roommates, “Yes. My family told me that the common room is in the lake…” Though they never told her how to get in the common room. She hoped it didn’t involve swimming….
Delaney turned to another first year who had taken a seat nearby. Cornelia Hemlock. She looked nice enough.
“Hello Cornelia. My name is Delaney Whittle,” She smiled politely and waved. Just like her mother taught her when meeting someone new. It had a been a few years since she had to make new friends and hoped she wasn’t blowing her chances.
Her attention turned to an older girl (Lilith) who had just come from the sorting hat. That was strange. She looked beyond older than Delaney or any of the other first years seated beside her. But before she could voice this thought Bella had beaten her to it, “What’s Ilvermorny? I’ve never heard of it before?”
But before conversation at the table could continue the imposing double doors that stood at the back of the Great Hall flew apart by a powerful force and the newly sorted snake whipped around in her seat to watch an older gentleman strut down the great hall before taking his place at the staff table. This must be the headmaster. Delaney started to study the man before she noticed something was off. Something was terribly off.
Delaney stood from her seat to get a better look and her eyes narrowed in confusion as the man’s face began to bubble and slowly peel away. Her hand had somehow found its way into her robe pocket and was tightly grasping her wand. She hadn’t a clue what she would do with it, it’s not like she knew any spells. “That’s revolting,” She muttered, but couldn't stop watching
Her gaze darting around the room frantically, looking at other students, teachers, anyone for answers. This couldn’t be normal.
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